After previously pressing the button a sharp “ding” is exuded from the bell. Faintly, the footsteps of an individual advancing echoes through the serenity the cafe exudes during this period. You cock your head toward the entrance, pondering if leaving is still feasible. Abruptly, a soft “Ahem.” is heard in front of you. You shifted your stance, now facing a woman. Her long, baby bluish hair cascading down her lean frame, she is donning a cream-colored apron, her attire similar to one’s of a maid, her light-colored eyes softly trained onto your figure, and a smile plastered across her face

”Greetings, would you like anything?”

She inquired, her tone exhibiting a motherly tenderness.